My Pet Beast is Super Fearsome

Chapter 72: Chapter 71 Teahouse Secret Talk (1/2)

“Okay, um…” Chen Yixing closed her eyes, her thick eyelashes constantly trembling, and her face, pale from staying up late, was flushed with a mysterious blush. She bit her lower lip, trying to contain herself, but her voice still quivered.

This.

Is the power really that intense?

He looked down at the little deer lying by his side and then at Chen Yixing, who was still trembling now and then.

Shao Zifeng felt somewhat speechless, suddenly realizing that this healing skill was a bit unhealthy. The deer looked like such a serious creature, so why were its aftereffects so indecent?

Fairy Shell worried for its owner and scurried over to Chen Yixing with short legs, wrapping her small leg with a semi-transparent shield.

Then it stared at Shao Zifeng with a wary look.

The atmosphere in the room grew awkward, and for a time, other than the sound of the deer nibbling at his pant leg, there was no other sound.

“Whew~”

Moments later, Chen Yixing let out a deep breath and slowly opened her eyes, looking much more spirited after the treatment, though the blush on her face had not yet faded.

“Cough…” Chen Yixing cleared her throat, feeling a little embarrassed. She hadn’t expected testing a skill would turn out so awkward.

“This spotted deer must have a healing talent, no doubt about it. Using the skill can revitalize cells and promote rapid growth of broken tissue, which results in a… um, quite an intense, tingling sensation. The more severe the injury, the stronger the sensation. You get what I’m saying, right…” Chen Yixing tried to explain the reason behind her loss of composure.

Shao Zifeng nodded calmly, but his mind was somewhat agitated.

She really was a tough one, daring to test a skill on herself. Just one experience of the skill and she had roughly guessed the deer’s talent. That was pretty amazing.

“Alright then, you continue with the contract. I… I’ll go register the spotted deer under your name.” Chen Yixing’s eyes darted around as she spoke, and then she left with a floating gait, looking quite awkward from any angle.

However, Shao Zifeng’s attention was already back on the little deer, feeling somewhat melancholic.

That being said.

What if he ever got into a fight? What if the little deer suddenly gave him a shot… @@novelbin@@

Huh.

Just thinking about it is quite thrilling.

“Little deer, we’re about to form a contract to become partners, so no healing, okay?” He lifted the deer to eye level and gazed into its damp, big eyes.

“Yo~” The little deer looked at the big face before it and cheerfully called out, then stuck out its pink tongue and licked his nose.

“Stop it, we had an agreement, okay?” Shao Zifeng felt ticklish from the licking, feeling goosebumps all over his neck.

“Yo.”

Shao Zifeng placed the little deer on the workbench, picked up a small knife, and cut his index finger, then made a small cut on the deer’s front leg.

The moment Shao Zifeng’s finger touched the deer’s forehead, another drop of blood gathered and flew into the deer’s body.

The contract array hanging around his neck trembled slightly, its runes flickering occasionally.

A soft green light burst forth between them, filling the whole room.

…

Fu Shun Tea House, a decades-old establishment with a quaint architecture and rich tea fragrance, is a favorite spot for many nostalgic older folks who like to drink tea there.

Second-floor private room.

Chen Zhenglong had arrived early to wait.

A middle-aged woman dressed in Hanfu knelt opposite him, performing the tea ceremony with a fluid grace, accompanied by the pleasant sound of a guqin, a feast for the eyes and ears.

Knock knock.

After arranging the tea set, the middle-aged woman bowed slightly in respect and got up to open the door.

Once the woman had left, Chen Zhenglong picked up the teacup and took a sip, the bitter and aromatic flavor lingering in the aftertaste, which was a pity since he wasn’t quite accustomed to such drinks.

“Yo, the place Captain Chen chose is a bit decadent, huh?”

A cheery young man’s voice came from behind the screen at the door, prompting Chen Zhenglong to frown slightly, his face etched with resistance.

“Sit down if you’ve come, what’s so decadent about an old teahouse that hasn’t raised its prices in decades?” Chen Zhenglong said, finishing his tea in one gulp, his tone tinged with impatience.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a young man emerged from behind the screen, neatly dressed in a white coat, sporting thin gold-rimmed glasses, and with hair combed so that each strand was distinct—this person was none other than Luo Feng.

Luo Feng took a seat opposite Chen Zhenglong with a gentle smile and pushed his glasses up.

Chen Zhenglong, without giving him a second glance, pushed a cup of steeped tea toward him, only to be stopped by Luo Feng midway.

Chen Zhenglong looked up, staring at that harmless face with wide eyes: “What, not giving face?”

“Don’t get me wrong, Captain Chen, I brought my own cup,” said Luo Feng, taking out three cups from his bag and placing them on the table; he chose the smallest one and set it in front of Chen Zhenglong.

“Fussy,” Chen Zhenglong snorted, pouring him a cup of tea regardless.

Luo Feng tapped the table with two fingers together, a tea-drinking etiquette among equals as a way to express thanks.

After wiping his hands with a damp cloth and taking a sip from his cup, Luo Feng looked at Chen Zhenglong with a cheerful smile: “Captain Chen, how come you have time to join me for tea today?”

Chen Zhenglong wasn’t in the mood for roundabout talk and got straight to the point: “Is Li Hanying in your hands? I need some information and the cooperation of your department.”

Luo Feng took another sip, set down the cup, and looked at Chen Zhenglong: “Li Hanying is with me, but whether he can wake up is still unknown. He has suffered severe mental trauma recently, so we don’t have much information, but there is evidence that this organization is connected with foreign forces. As for needing our cooperation… let me guess, have you located Burial Fox?”

“Burial Fox?” Chen Zhenglong was startled, a name he had never heard before.

“Ah, after extracting information from Li Hanying’s phone, we found the silver-haired man is codenamed Burial Fox,” Luo Feng explained unhurriedly.

Chen Zhenglong pondered for a moment: “I want to combine forces with yours to conduct a search through Su City’s sewers; Burial Fox… may very well be hiding there.”

Upon hearing this, Luo Feng drummed his fingers on the table, and after a moment: “Not enough.”

Chen Zhenglong felt somewhat fed up, as this person always spoke so cryptically, which was incredibly annoying: “What’s not enough?”

“We don’t have enough people. Even if we pull together all hands from two departments, it won’t be enough to search the entire sewer system,” Luo Feng cleared his throat, looking earnestly at Chen Zhenglong, “I propose to involve all faculty and students from Su City University’s Combat Training program, except for first-year students, in the search.”

“No way! I don’t agree; the students can’t join. Don’t you know how dangerous the opposition is?” Chen Zhenglong sprang to his feet, eyes bulging with fury.

“Calm down, you… really,” Luo Feng waved his hand, staring seriously at Chen Zhenglong: “Even if you hadn’t come to me today, I would have sought you out soon. From our channels, we received news that something will happen in Su City soon. Since you’ve identified the specific target location, we must use all our strength to nip the risk in the bud.”

“Combat Training Masters only grow through trials of fire and blood, this… you should understand better than I do,” Luo Feng concluded, leaning on his cup, waiting for Chen Zhenglong’s response.

Chen Zhenglong’s expression fluctuated, and finally, he exhaled a turbid breath and nodded stiffly.